Blessed By Sudden Wealth

In the gym of a university.

Trevor Sanderson in a blue basketball uniform walked through the gates of the gym.

As soon as he entered the gym, he picked up the empty water bottles and soda cans left by the crowd that watched the last game.

"It would be great if the university held a basketball match every day.

I could easily make fifty bucks by gathering these bottles and cans.

If I make that much every day, I can buy Sylvia an iPhone for her birthday."

Trevor Sanderson raised his head and looked at the cluttered gym with excitement.

While he was in the middle of collecting bottles and cans, a group of tall male students strode out of the locker rooms.

The one walking in the middle of the group had red hair named Bernard and a cigarette in his mouth.

He picked up a sock and threw it at Trevor.

Before Trevor could dodge, the sock landed directly on his face, and a pungent sourness hit his nostrils.

I asked everyone in the team to save their dirty clothes for an entire week so that you could earn more money, doesn't it?

Bernard Collins waved his hand, and the others tossed their dirty laundry toward Trevor.

This kind of trash, it's better to get out of our school before it's too late!

This guy has disgraced the school!

I think he's not picking up trash, but he's deliberately spoiling our fun!

Wimp

I...

Trevor shook the dirty sock off his face and flushed.

Trevor could not offend Bernard.

After all, he was but a mere college student from a poor family.

He could only work part-time on weekends and offer his errand and homework services to his schoolmates to make money.

It was the only way he could afford to go to college.

If Trevor had a choice, he would not do business with someone as obnoxious and self-important as Bernard.

But since he had to make money to put himself through college, all he could do was swallow his pride and keep his anger at bay.

He took a deep breath, picked up the sock Bernard threw and tossed it into the bucket.

Fifty bucks for all of them, he said.

Bernard took out his wallet, pulled out some dollars, and threw them at Trevor's feet.

With a smug smile, he said, "Here's fifty-five and another errand I want you to run. I want you to pick up a parcel at the school gate and take it to the locker rooms. It's for Dennis Cooper, the leader of the basketball team."

After saying that, Bernard turned around and left with the rest of the group with excitement.

Trevor picked up the money from the floor and clenched it in his fist.

I don't like dealing with that jerk Bernard and his friends, but as long as I can make money off them, I'm fine.

After Bernard and his teammates left, Trevor carried on picking up empty water bottles and soda cans around the gym.

After filling up his trash bag, he went to the recycling center outside the school to sell what he had collected.

Then, he rushed to the school gate to get the parcel for Dennis and then made his way back to the locker rooms.

Along the way, Trevor carefully counted the money he earned today.

He was tired, but he felt that it was worth it.

He could not wait to save enough money to buy gifts for his dear girlfriend.

Trevor was about to open the door to the locker rooms when a woman's groan stopped him in his tracks.

What? Why is that voice so familiar?

The woman on the other side of the door squealed with delight.

Trevor's face turned red as his heart started thudding against his ribcage.

He suddenly came to the horrifying realization that the voice was so similar to his girlfriend Sylvia Farrows.

Oh, Dennis, I love it when you touch my breasts like that. Just like that. Don't stop.

Come now, Sylvia. Hey, I bought you some sexy lingerie today. Put it on later, and we'll have some more fun.

When Trevor heard their conversations, he could not deny it any longer.

Sylvia? What are you doing?'

Trevor's blood boiled as he kicked the door open.

He was stunned and petrified by what he saw.

In the locker room.

Trevor saw his girlfriend, Sylvia, leaning against Dennis and kissing.

Her face was red in ardor and lust.

Meanwhile, Dennis was caressing her breasts lustfully.

Fuck!

Trevor bellowed in anger and shock.

A strong sense of pain and humiliation filled his heart.

Sylvia hastily pulled down her waist-high skirt, concealing her snow-white thighs.

what are you doing here?

Trevor, didn't you say you'd go shopping with your best friend this afternoon? Why are you here? !

she asked, flustered.

Sylvia, I know you don't like me being poor, but you don't have to be with someone like that, don't you know how many girlfriends he has changed?

Trevor roared, his eyes red in anger.

He had worked like a dog until midnight just to buy Sylvia her birthday gift.

Unfortunately for him, his beloved girlfriend just cheated on him in the end.

It was unacceptable!

Instead of feeling ashamed, Sylvia snorted and scoffed, "Now that you know the truth, there's no point in hiding it anymore.

Do you think that I would want to be with a poor loser like you?

Sad to say, but our relationship was nothing but a bet with my friend.

I didn't expect that you'd take it seriously."

But I love you, Trevor fired back.

"Your love means nothing to me.

I wanted the latest phone, but you told me I had to wait for a month.

How pathetic!

Dennis here did not only buy me an iPhone 13 but also gave me a luxury Louis Vuitton bag."

Dennis, looking at the parcel in Trevor's hand, stands up and laughs:

Damn, Bernard is good at this. I asked him to deliver a parcel and he sent you. It's exciting, it's really exciting!

Trevor's fists clenched as Dennis spoke.

Bernard was playing a trick on himself!

All of a sudden, Dennis threw a fifty-dollar bill at Trevor and mocked, "Poor Trevor.

Do you think you can sleep with Sylvia?

I'll tell you what.

That won't ever happen.

Here are fifty dollars.

Just sleep with an old prostitute, you pathetic peasant."

Dennis, I'll fucking kill you!

Unable to stand the ridicule anymore, Trevor rushed to Dennis like a mad bull.

How dare you fight back?

Dennis threw a punch at Trevor, knocking him over.

Dennis was over six feet tall.

And as the leader of the basketball team, he was agile and muscular.

Trevor, however, was a few inches shorter than Dennis and was lanky.

Trevor fell to the floor with a loud thud, and he felt a sharp pain on his cheek from where Dennis had punched him.

Although in a daze, he summoned all his strength to get on his feet.

But before he could do so, Dennis raised his foot and trampled on Trevor's face, pinning him down to the floor.

Trevor's face was covered with footprints.

But even if every movement sent him groaning in pain, he still tried his best to get up.

Of course, Dennis would not let him.

He sat on Trevor's back and took out a black pen from his backpack.

Then, with a sly smile at the corners of his mouth, he wrote "Poor Loser" on Trevor's clothes.

As if that was not enough, he spat on Trevor and warned, "If you dare to provoke me again, I'll beat you every time I see your face. Mark my words."

With that, he held Sylvia's hand and left.

Trevor was in so much pain.

Other students could not help but point at him when they saw his bruised and dirty face.

Sylvia, the girl he loved the most, betrayed him and broke his heart.

Bernard's mean words, Dennis's humiliation, and Sylvia's ruthlessness filled his heart with resentment.

Why? They all bully me and trample on my dignity! Why!!!

Just because I'm poor, in their eyes, I'm not even a human being anymore!!!

The more Trevor recalled what had happened, the more dejected he felt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several beer bottles his roommate had put under the bed. He took one and drank it without even pouring it into a glass.

He drank one bottle after another. He continued drinking even if his head started spinning. His rationality had already disappeared, and he had lost control of his emotions. Unable to bear it any longer, he broke into tears on the floor.

"It's so unfair! I may be poor, but I'm not a pushover!

Money, money, money. All they think about is money! Sylvia, I'll make you regret what you've done to me."

His eyes were red and brimmed with tears. At that moment, he poured all his anguish in his heart.

But even after bawling his eyes out, he did not feel much better. Instead, he felt exhausted, and his head became even muzzier.

All of a sudden, his phone rang, interrupting his cries. It was an unexpected call from abroad. Without thinking, Trevor answered it at once.

"Trevor, listen carefully. Your nineteenth birthday is only a few days away. I can't hide the truth from you anymore. The truth is, our family isn't as poor as it seems. We're actually wealthy and powerful. We didn't tell you the truth as there's a rule in our family that children must live a poor life before they reach nineteen. But actually, our family is involved in different kinds of industries all around the globe. As a matter of fact, we not only have gold mines in Africa, but also have oil wells in the Middle East."

On the other end of the line was a familiar voice that Trevor had heard all his life.

But instead of being in awe, he sneered. "Dad, are you awake? Stop fantasizing about being rich, will you? Since I was a child, you keep saying that you've bought a helicopter in the United States and a yacht in Venice. Look at me. I have to fend for myself and earn my own tuition fees. Don't you think you're being ridiculous?"

The man on the other end paused for a second and heaved a heavy sigh. "Trevor, I understand what you feel. I know you won't be able to accept it right away. When your grandfather said something like that to me, I also thought he was merely joking. But, Trevor, I'm telling the truth. I'll transfer one hundred million dollars to you as your allowance."

At first, Trevor thought that the man's voice was similar to his father's. But the more he listened to it, the more incredulous he became. He couldn't bring himself to believe that it was seriously his father. It must be a scam!

"Liar! Fuck off!" Trevor roared at the top of his lungs.

He then hung up the call as soon as he finished speaking. He was drunk, and his mind was befuddled at the moment.

He had vented all the bitterness in his heart. And now, he was exhausted.

Trevor closed his eyes and fell asleep at the foot of the bed.

The next morning, he felt as though his head was being split. He kneaded his throbbing temples and then slowly got up.

Last night, he dreamt that his father called and confessed that their family was actually rich.

"I must've lost my mind. I'm just a broke college student. How could I even dream of being rich?"

Trevor could not help but smile mockingly at himself. And until now, his eyes were still full of bitterness. At that moment, he picked up his phone and saw that he had an unread message.

"The balance of your bank account with the ending number 666 is... 100000003.56 dollars."

Trevor was stunned when he found one hundred million dollars in his bank account.

All of a sudden, his eyes widened in shock. He counted the numbers carefully over and over again. It was real. There was indeed one hundred million dollars in his bank account!

He quickly logged into his mobile banking app and checked his balance.

"What. The. Fuck. Am I dreaming? I'm really from a wealthy family?"

Trevor hurriedly dialed a number.

"Dad?" he cautiously asked the instant the call was answered.

"Son, are you sober now? I called you last night and noticed that something was wrong with you. Anyway, I'm going to the Middle East to inspect the mining of the new oil well. We can talk about it when I disembark,"

answered a familiar voice.

Trevor had lived with his father for as long as he could remember. He was 100% sure that the man he was talking to was really his father.

"Dad, are you for real? Tell me. How did you get one hundred million dollars?" He was at a loss that he could not process what his father had just said.